Avaline is a quiet and secluded woman. Her whole life for as long as she could remember, everyone and everything was out to get her. She was once a living, happy, bubbly person but that side is long gone, or at least locked away from the world. Now she puts on a mask of cold, hard and determined. Her lips mourning the loss of the bright smile she once had.

Avaline to many is hard headed, or as some would say, an ass. She will try to get her way, to do things by herself, or she will put up a fight. She does not back down or give up easily, her deal with luck helping with that. She has lost her trust in everything so she is stubborn.

Though she holds this cold mask, there is still a heart of pure warmth below. Hidden in the shadows and clawing to escape once again. She once had a contagious laugh and smile. Caring deeply for those around her. She was the embodiment of love. Maybe one day she will find someone to share it with.

Avaline's appearance is one that comes to quite a shock once you find out her personality. Ava stands just at 5 foot 5 inches and weighs roughly 124 pounds. Her frame is a slim form with just a slight curve to her hips. A flat but toned stomach seamlessly forms her torso. Her legs are a bit long compared to the frame of her body but are thin and toned as well, her steps precise and quiet as if trained. No matter what she seemes to carry herself with a bit of grace, even in tough situations.

Her skin holds a natural glow over her sunkissed color, freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and upper cheekbones. Small dots of birthmarks and freckles litter her skin here and there. Her face holds a near symmetrical diamond shape with a slim nose, upturned just slightly at the end. Her lips are a soft pink, full and plush. Her eyes are the most enchanting feature about her though, long, dark lashes frame her pools of bright, icy blue. Her eyes a kalidescope of light and dark shades of blue. They seem to almost glow if it were possible.

Finally, long, thick curls of deep ebony cascade down her back. A deep shade of black that somehow holds no other tones. Most of the time she can be found with it tied of out of her face, but when it is down, her curls fall just above her hips.

Avaline has been on the run her whole life. She has no memories of her life before she turned 15, it is all a blur of colors when she tries to remember. One day the world changed for her though. It seemed everything was out to get her. It started simple, illness, crazy drivers, etc. Then it got more out of hand. Fights in alleys, targeted attacks. No matter what she did, something was trying to end her life. But it always failed.

Even when she was in a hopeless situation, last minute she would find safety. At first she thought it was a coincidence, but the worse the struggles got, the more luck had her back. To this day she still has no clue.

Little did Avaline know that she was a child of a very strong god. Lugh. Lugh is known for his fortune, but also his fierce battle abilities. Another trait handed down to Avaline. The older she became, the stronger and more skilled she had become.